News of Swathi and Arun's engagement spread like wildfire through their social circles. Deepali and Kavya, practically bursting with pride at their successful matchmaking, took charge of planning the wedding. The Singh mansion buzzed with activity as families came together, laughter and chatter filling the air. Swathi and Arun, despite their initial reservations, found themselves swept up in the whirlwind of preparations. They bickered playfully over guest lists and color schemes, a newfound ease settling between them. Their understanding deepened, fueled by stolen moments and lingering touches. Arun's apologies continued, albeit in a less formal way. One morning, Swathi found a cartoon apology card on her desk, depicting a lovesick man battling a green-faced monster labeled "anger issues." She couldn't help but laugh, the apology as genuine as the goofy drawing. The wedding day arrived, a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and joyous traditions. Swathi, adorned in a breathtaking bridal
Reyansh's train of thought derailed by Saarayu's suggestion. "Go out? Today?" he questioned, eyebrows raised."It's a holiday, Reyansh sir!" Saarayu chirped, her smile radiating sunshine. "And besides," she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "a little fresh air wouldn't hurt you, especially with all that thinking you've been doing."Reyansh couldn't help but chuckle. Saarayu always knew how to nudge him in the right direction. He glanced at his phone, a notification blinking on the screen. A smile bloomed on his face – his salary had arrived! Maybe a break wouldn't be so bad after all.As if sensing his change of heart, Saarayu turned to Avi, who was now gleefully exploring a corner of the living room with a stray sock in her hand. "Avi, beta," Saarayu cooed, kneeling down to her level, "do you want to go out with Dada and me today?"Avi, momentarily distracted from her sock conquest, tilted her head and stared at Saarayu with wide, curious eyes. "Out?" she
A peaceful silence had descended upon them. Avi, her face a delightful canvas of pink ice cream residue, was now blissfully occupied building a tower out of fallen leaves. Saarayu, a gentle smile gracing her lips, watched her with amusement. Reyansh, his gaze fixed on the vibrant foliage overhead, finally spoke."I think I've made a decision," he said, his voice thoughtful. "Like I mentioned earlier, I need a break. A break from trying to unravel the past, a break from everything for a while."Saarayu nodded, her expression understanding. "So, what does that look like?""Focus," Reyansh replied, his eyes hardening with newfound determination. "Focus on Avi, on my studies. You know my dream of becoming a cardiologist? I want to chase that with everything I have."He turned to Saarayu, his gaze sincere. "And I want to be there for Avi. Today... today was exactly what I needed. A reminder of what matters. I don't want to miss these moments, these simple joys."Saarayu's smile widened. "T
Saarayu, noticing Reyansh's lingering gaze, followed his line of sight and saw Ken and Sarah. Recognition dawned on her face."Shila Saarah?" she questioned, her voice barely a whisper.Reyansh nodded curtly. "Yeah."Saarayu's smile faltered slightly, a flicker of apology crossing her eyes. "Oh, Reyansh, I'm so sorry. I had no idea..."Reyansh raised a hand, dismissing her concern. "It's okay, Saarayu. Really. She's not important anymore."He forced a smile, but Saarayu could see the faint flicker of hurt lingering in his eyes. She understood. Betrayal by a loved one left scars, and the sight of Shila Saarah, a living reminder of that pain, must have been a punch to the gut.Reyansh, his face crinkled in concentration, carefully spooned a bite of mashed potato onto Avi's tiny airplane tray. The little one, perched precariously in her highchair, regarded the offering with a critical eye. After a moment's deliberation, she opened her mouth wide, and Reyansh expertly deposited the mash,
Saarayu gazed out at the star-dusted canvas from her balcony perch. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair as she drifted in thought, searching for Reyansh. Suddenly, the back door creaked open, and Reyansh entered the room. He froze in his tracks, his gaze snagged on a photo frame nestled on the side table. It depicted a beaming Saarayu flanked by the famous cricketer Vidhur and his wife, Haneesha. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within Reyansh. "My god!" he breathed, bewildered. "Saarayu... she's Vidhur's daughter?" The revelation shattered his perception of the simple, unassuming woman he'd come to know. How could someone with such a prestigious background choose such a seemingly ordinary. life?The photo frame practically burned a hole in Reyansh's hand. He crossed the room, each step echoing the sudden shift in his perception of Saarayu. Hesitantly, he approached the balcony where she sat bathed in moonlight, its glow emphasizing the gentle serenity he always found so captivating. "Saa
A surprised laugh escaped Reyansh's lips. "Wait, a pediatrician? That's a sharp turn from the world of colors!"She shrugged, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Maybe. But art isn't the only thing that brings life to color. Healing a child, watching them grow healthy and strong – that's a canvas of its own, wouldn't you say?" The way she spoke, with such genuine care and passion, made perfect sense. Reyansh could see the connection – the desire to nurture and create, to leave a positive mark on the world. "That's a beautiful way to look at it," he admitted, a newfound respect blooming in his chest. "So, what made you choose pediatrics?"Her smile softened. "Maybe it has something to do with witnessing the incredible strength of little ones. When I was younger, I saw a close friend battle a childhood illness. The resilience they showed, the unwavering support of their family – it inspired me. It made me want to be a part of that fight, to use my skills to bring a little more color bac
The early morning sun peeked through the branches of a flowering Gulmohar tree, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow on Haneesha's study desk. Petals, brushed loose by the cool breeze, drifted down like confetti, settling gently on her open notebook. Lost in the rhythm of her studies, she barely registered the distant crack of a cricket bat.Suddenly, a loud crash shattered the tranquil silence. A stray cricket ball, propelled by a powerful swing, had somehow managed to thread its way through the branches, sending a shower of startled blossoms flying. It smashed into the windowpane, shattering the glass with a resounding clang.Haneesha jumped, startled out of her concentration. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she whipped her head towards the window. A wave of anger washed over her, quickly followed by a surge of protectiveness. This wasn't the first time a rogue cricket ball had invaded her quiet haven.Taking a deep breath, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind he
Haneesha tiptoed into the house, hoping to avoid her parents' scrutiny. But her younger brother, Vineel, spotted her instantly. He was ten, a whirlwind of energy and boundless curiosity."Di!" he whispered, his eyes widening at the sight of her mud-stained dress. "What happened? Why are you all muddy?"Haneesha quickly shushed him, her finger pressed firmly against his lips. "Later," she mouthed silently, a mischievous glint in her eyes.Vineel, despite his usual impulsiveness, understood her unspoken plea. He nodded eagerly, his lips pursed in a conspiratorial smile.Just then, their father, Keshav, entered the house, briefcase in hand and tie askew. Haneesha's heart skipped a beat. Keshav, a man of routine and discipline, had high expectations, particularly for his daughter, the one destined to become an IAS officer."Haneesha!" Keshav boomed, his voice filled with disapproval. "Still loitering about? Shouldn't you be preparing for your exams? Time management is crucial for success,